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[littlemissferret]

omgg you responded so fast I love it <3

my 2 cents, loser boyfriend is a component of the soul, Isagi can both make attempts at character development but at his core, he can be a lovely pathetic loser boyfriend (affectionate)

(also saw in the tags dw pookie!! i love yappers, yapper nation unite!)

aww i was omw to bed when i saw that notif hehe

and yeah !! gonna keep him a loser bf but have him at least try to not let the cats walk all over him 😭 (they need to FIGHT) if isagi wants a bigger share of love and attention he gotta work for it 🙏

[littlemissferret]

hello! loving your chronicles of housecats series; I have a suggestion in case it sparks some interest:

would love to read about how reader first met kitty Mihya and Lexis; adopted or bought? how long did it take them to warm up to reader and become this affectionate, the progression of their relationship, what incident prompted reader to create the bad boy(tm) corner

hihi !! i'm happy that you're enjoying the series & thanks for the suggestions 🫶 !

and yes !! i have already planned the cats' meeting with reader (eg. i hinted a teeny tiny bit of lexis' in part 2 hehe) so glad to hear that you'd love to read it 😽

tbh i'm mostly just stuck in-between choosing to give isagi his (attempts on) character development 💀 or keeping him a loser bf for future scenarios

but i'll probably write the cats' backstories before that 🙏 so i'll worry about isagi later

once again thanks for the suggestions !! i honestly didn't think of an origin for the bad boy(tm) corner but i might come up with one just for you 😼

[littlemissferret]

HE HAS ARRIVED

hes so scrunkly omg..

he's now part of the gang

[littlemissferret]

CHRONICLES OF HOUSECATS [ part 1 , part 2 ]

sypnosis: you finally manage an uninterrupted date with isagi

no prns used (reader). established relationship with (loser bf) isagi. 2.2k wc. cw: nothing(?). made them a lot tamer for this (less chaos). kaiser & ness still cats ofc.

Do you remember the feeling of awkward cringe, when you watch third-rate actors on screen put on an act so atrociously bad? The kind of feeling that forces your skin to crawl- a chill sent down your spine while simultaneously warm blood rushes to your face from second hand embarrassment?

“MEOWWWW MRREOWWWWWWWWW”

Yeah, you’re feeling a whole hell of that right now. God, he’s so embarrassing…

You pinch the bridge of your nose, breathing in much needed fresh air to cool down the horrendous headache your darling housecats are causing you right now.

“Enough, Mihya. I told you to save your little theatrics for the talent shows.” You lift up the blue cat carrier to chastise him.

Michael bats his eyes, staring up at you with the eyes of a pitiful, heartbroken widow.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that,” You deadpan at his attempt to win you over. “C’mon, it’s just a spa. You love getting pampered, don’t you? Well, they’re gonna give you lotsss of love and attention there.”

He furthers his meowing and whining at you, pretending he didn’t hear allat. Determined to not drop his act anytime soon.

Isagi walks next to you, this sweet boy has been trying to hold your hands when you were busy arguing with your rebellious cat.

He finally manages to grab onto your hand, a smile blossoming onto his face as he internally celebrates his success.

“Um, will it really be okay for us to just leave them at the spa?” He eyes the magenta cat carrier in his other hand. “I mean, we can do this another time.. It’s not that much of a hassle, really.”

You intertwine your fingers with his, and start swinging your held hands. “It’s fine. Really!” You turn to him with a smile, “I bring them to the spa every two to three months anyway. Mihya usually loves it! He’s just being whiny for attention right now.”

Ignoring the blond cat’s yowls of protests, you continue, “Besides, I’m looking forward to this date with you-” You glance down at the blue carrier, “-without them interrupting this time.”

On your previous romantic dates with Isagi, the two cats had stalked and caught up with you both. Causing a scene every single time, thanks to Michael’s dramatics and Alexis’ surprising animosity towards your sweet boyfriend.

You swear Alexis is usually a good, well-mannered kitty. He never had any problems with strangers. Maybe he just doesn’t like Yoichi’s smell? You oughta talk to him about showing up right after practice in his stinky sweat drenched jersey.

You hum, stepping into the doors of ‘Magic Whiskers Pet Spa & Hotel’. The bell chimes, alerting the workers and other pets in the building of your arrival.

It doesn’t take long until the old manager walks up to greet you. “Hello there, dearie! Michael and Alexis back for their appointment?”

“Hi, gramps. And yeah, the usual, thank you.” Placing the cat carriers onto the counter, you open the locks for them.

Michael huffs, strutting out and stretching his legs, then immediately basks in the old man’s praises at his big boy stretch.

Little bastard giving you the silent treatment.

Alexis walks up to you the moment he’s let out of the cage. Purring as he rubs his head at your waist. Finally, he thinks. Normally he’s comfortable with his carrier but god when Isagi is the one handling him does it make the experience a hundred times less enjoyable.

Oh well, at least he’s in his second favourite place now. Being in the magic themed store slash spa makes him the happiest feline alive.

Great memories were created here in this magical place, after all.

“Good boy, ‘Lexis. You watch over Michael for me, yeah? He’s being a petty prick.” You whisper to the cat. “I’ll stock up on your favourite kibbles when I come back later.”

You scratch at the spot behind his little flicky ears, sinking in his purrs as you stare at Michael’s overgrown blond fur.

“Hmm. You know what, old man? I think you can try something new with them this time.”

The cats stare up at you curiously and the manager only gives you a warm smile.

“I thought you’d never ask. Leave them to me!”

—

“Ahh, some peace and quiet..” You sigh in bliss as you hook your arm with Isagi. You’re both now walking leisurely on the sidewalk. “Soo, what’s the plan, Yoichi?”

Isagi blushes when you turn to look at him, “Ah, right.” He fumbles with his jacket, “Well, I didn’t plan an itinerary or anything. But..”

He lists off the places you both can visit together, rambling off. Occasionally stuttering and tripping over his own feet.

You admire his side profile as he continues his meandering. He’s such a cutie, still so awkward and shy this far into the relationship.

You wonder if you’d get to more sides of him as you both continue to spend more time together.

“-so i think it’s really worth a visit too. You wanna go?”

His dorky smile paired with a soft blush on the apple of his cheeks. How could anyone say no to that?

You’d go anywhere this man brings you to.

“Sure. Anything for you, pretty boy.”

—

The faint smell of clay envelopes the both of you as you step foot into the pottery studio.

“Hello, we booked a session under the name Isagi Yoichi.” You glance around the cozy studio, admiring the array of works displayed. The muted colours of each piece of art blend well in the modernly designed room, adding a spark of personality to the mundane aesthetic.

“Yes, of course. Over here, please.” The receptionist brings you two to your designated workshop.

You place a thumb to your chin as you stare at the unpainted pottery in front of you. You never really had any plans to paint on some clay. Now that you think about it, you jumped at any idea Isagi had suggested- and pottery painting just happened to sound the most romantic to your dear Yoichi right now.

Oh, well. Now that you’re here with him, might as well show-off whatever amount of talent you have for painting.

Yoichi’s hand finds yours, before he quickly releases it to wipe off the sweat that has collected onto his palm.

“Sorry! I- It’s too hot in here, aha..”

Help this poor guy. So many dates into the relationship and he can hardly tell if you’re as excited as he is. Is your heart beating as quick as his right now? Do you feel the immense urge to hold him the same way he wants to hold you?

You choose to reach out for him, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Are you nervous about pottery painting? I’m sure you’ll do great, ‘Ichi.”

Ah, that’s not.. Yoichi sweatdrops. You have trouble reading him too, it seems. At least now he feels better about being unable to read you.

A talent to be reckoned with, really. How you both have been with each other for years and still stuck in the awkward guessing stage whenever you go out together.

But weakass communication skills aside...

Uh oh. What if you think of him as a loser, one that is jittery at the notion of.. painting?

No way! He’ll save this, he thinks. Right, he was good at arts and crafts back when he was in school. He can woo you with his crazy painting skills!

With newfound confidence, Isagi picks up an unpainted mug. A blank canvas- for him to turn into one of his creative works, and sweep you off your feet. He picks up a brush, brainstorming ideas of what he can paint onto the mug.

You browse the options, settling on matching mugs with Yoichi’s. Sitting by his side, you dip your brush into the paint of your choice, and start to draw strokes of what you have in mind onto the delicate surface of the mug.

“Has your season come to an end? You’ve been more free lately,” You ask, just to start a conversation. “As in, you’ve been coming over a lot more.”

Isagi’s mouth forms an ‘o’, “Right. Yeah, it's my off-season right now.” He pauses to think, “I’ll be free until next month, I guess.”

You hum at his answer, “You still practice a lot, even on your holidays.”

“Ah, well. That’s just..” He blushes, feeling a bit shy that you’ve noticed his passionate attitude towards football.

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” You laugh at his embarrassment, “You love football. That much I know of.”

Isagi feels his heart flutter at that. God, you remind him of how much he loves you every time without fail. Doing so much to him while you haven’t even started on pampering him with kisses and sweet words.

He swears you’re perfect- just for him. You fit perfectly, providing all kinds of comfort and support that he never knew he needed. All on your own accord.

You love, care and recognize his dreams. What more could a man ask for?

The world's best lover for the world's best striker. (an overkill but he's delulu like that)

He swallows hard, wanting to let all the bottled up giddy feelings burst out and embrace you. He wants to make sure you know how much he loves and appreciates you.

Maybe he’s not the best with words. The peak of his creativity with verbal finesse is really just spitting flame on the field- something that he secretly hopes you’ll never get to witness.

Most he can do now is to paint what he loves the most- you, and his football of course, onto the mug.

With each delicate stroke of his brush, he carefully fills in the colours with love. Painting a simplified version of your general features, he then adds the football next to you. Ending the piece by tracing a giant frame of heart around both you and the ball.

He checks his work, scanning for any small mistakes then carefully writes ‘World’s #1 Striker’ onto the free space next to his painting.

He smirks proudly at that.

You send him a side-eye then chuckle at his satisfied look, touching up on the details and colours of your own piece of art.

Seems like you both share very similar sentiments in your paintings. You opt to paint what you love the most- your cats, with your lovely boyfriend in between.

Instead of acting up on your ego like him, though, you settled on painting mini hearts to fill out the free space.

Give it a week, and your mugs will be delivered back to you. The previously plain ceramics painted over with a sheen of love, reflecting the experience you both created and the bond you’ve both strengthened over the date.

—

“Meow”

Alexis runs up to you the moment you enter the door. Eagerly pawing up at your legs.

You notice his faded magenta is re-dyed, and his usual pressed down fur is now more fluffed up. The natural caramel brown is now more contrasting with the bright magenta.

“Hi, ‘Lexis. Did you have a good time?” You pick him up and start to kiss him all over his now very soft and fluffy fur. “I missed you too, baby. You look so pretty. Do you feel pretty?”

The now fluffier (re-dyed) magenta cat basks in your attention, lapping his tongue at your chin while purring happily.

The old man walks up to you with Michael strutting along next to him.

“I’ve given this one a whole makeover,” He muses, “Alexis was the one who chose that colour for him.”

Michael glances up at you proudly with his pretty blue eyes- now matching with the new dye he wears on his blond fur: on the top of his ears and the ends of his tail. His fur is noticeably shorter, and a little choppy around his head, framing his usual fluffy face.

It makes him look so silly, to be honest. But he’s so satisfied with it, you decide to not comment on the choppy part.

You do, however, comment on his new dye job.

“What a beautiful shade of blue,” You coo at him, giving into his attempt at flaunting for compliments. “Look at you, my little emperor. So royal.” His fluffy tail stands up high, and wags in approval.

Returning your attention to the old manager, you teasingly ask, “Were they on their best behaviour, old man?”

He chuckles and nods at the two cats now staring at him, “Yup. They’re good alright. I’d say they deserve some new toys and some premium kibbles.”

You smile, satisfied hearing his response. “Well, I did promise to restock Alexis’ favourite kibble.” You pick Michael up along with Alexis, then place them on the seat of a trolley nearby.

Turning to your idle boyfriend (who has been nervously eyeing a certain magenta cat), you ask, “Could you help me get the premium kibbles, ‘Ichi? I’ll bring these two around for them to pick their new toys.”

Isagi smiles crookedly, “Sure, honey.” He tries to shrug off the way the blond cat is narrowing his eyes at him, but mostly at the ominous smile the magenta one is sending him. “Take your time.”

He’ll just have to find a way to counter the two jealous kitties soon.

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a barking cat video made me write allat

- im ngl i feel kinda shy writing lovey dovey romance, u can tell its really stiff - probably will resort back to chaos dumping or maybe will try to put myself out there

[littlemissferret]

bro can't catch a break even after death

how are you gonna let yourself get used like that, satoru?

[littlemissferret]

kaiser kissers WON ya'll hes savable 🙏

it doesn't matter if he scores the next/final goal or not, he rediscovered his true ego. he can try time after time, again and again until he becomes the best striker and i'll be here glazing him all the way no matter how long it takes bro.

my precious god's chosen rose infused vanilla flavoured ice cream with cookie crumbs and a hint of past trauma pookie wookie schnuckiputzi, i'm so proud of you my scrunkly pathetic wet cat bbg

if kaiser has no supporters then I'M DEAD

[littlemissferret]

its okay pookie won't kill anyone

fun fact they have same mbti and enneagram just different wings micheal kaiser : ENTP 3w4

ted bundy : ENTP 3w2

so remember kaiser fans his personality is almost same as serial killer

[littlemissferret]

Isagi as your bf hcs

Isagi x gn!reader

basically headcanons for my glorious blue-eyed king isagi yoichi !!

tags- fluff, cursing

★ coming from that blue lock additional time where he'd do things for barou, nagi, and chigiri , I'd say his love language is acts of service.

★ forehead kisses! it's probably one of the most he'd do on the daily.

★ based on his fetish for thighs, he'd lay his head on your lap after a long day of practice or in general.

★ he'd have a polaroid camera just to take pictures of you together !1!1!1!1

★ talking about polaroid cameras, he'd stick them up on his wall or inside his phone case.

★ he'd have you as his tutor. he wouldn't even listen when he's busy admiring your concentrated look ad you're writing down notes for him.

★ he'd be somewhat good at art considering that his favorite subject is arts & crafts (+ physical education)

★ if you have long enough hair, he'd learn how to braid just for you. if you have short hair, he'd run his fingers through his hair till his hand dropped.

★ he'd have basic white boy drip,,,sadly

★ he SUCKS at doing his own hair, so he'd have you style it for him.

★ soft nothings being whispered into your ear when he things you're asleep (you're not)

★ as much as rude he is on the field, only kindness towards you !

★ his hands are warm but his body is cold.

[littlemissferret]

Meet Cute

Micheal Kaiser x GN! Reader

No warnings, just pure fluff! Reader is in college and from America. Reader is an anxious mess and a football fan. Apologies if the german is shit, I did my best. This fic is kinda scuffed but I wanted it to be done lol

“S–Sind Sie Michael Kaiser?” You blurt out, before mentally face palming at the stupidity of your own question. He laughs again, a slightly smug look on his face at being recognized before responding. “Ja, ich bin Michael Kaiser.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you peruse the selection of the ice cream tucked away in the freezer section, but you can’t help but smile to yourself at the welcome sight.

Yes, it was that time again, that familiar time in every college student’s life, the time to eat away your feelings after struggling your way through midterms.

Fuck midterms.

And fuck proper societal conventions as well.

Because here you are, in your pajamas, doing a late night grocery run and regretting it with every strange look served your way.

Sometimes you forget that you aren’t in America anymore, and your people-of-Walmart activities will inevitably lead to your downfall, but at least that day isn’t today.

Well, it was a small mercy that no matter where you were in the world, whether in Germany or America, that at least ice cream was a true constant that remained in your life.

You analyze the see-through fridges with slight disappointment as you realize the selection you have to work with is slightly smaller than what you’re used to, although maybe upon further inspection you’d find it refreshing not being swung at visually by 15 brands in one shelf, all desperately vying for your attention.

Either way, you find yourself drawn to the same flavor you always pick, a true creature of habit, and you pull open the fridge door to grasp at the item of your choosing.

At least you are until you find your hand colliding with another, a silent gasp parting your lips before you pull your hand back in surprise.

“Sorry!” You blurt out before realizing your mistake. “...err, I mean– entschuldigung!”

(Your German is hardly passable to be frank, but you figure you should at least try speaking the language of the country hosting you for the semester.)

Anyway, the sound of your stilted dialect is enough to bring out a light chuckle from the person, the man judging by the timbre of the voice, next to you and you finally look over to see…

Holy shit.

Is that Micheal fucking Kaiser?

You stare shell shocked at the blond superstar soccer (football, you correct in your head) player next to you, as he begins to speak.

“Kein Problem.” He says smoothly, and you have to make a conscious effort to shut your slightly parted mouth as you continue to stare at him with widened eyes.

At this point, the best thing you could do for yourself would be to grab your ice cream, pay and leave before you embarrassed yourself, but unfortunately for you, your mouth didn’t catch the memo.

“S–Sind Sie Michael Kaiser?” You blurt out, before mentally face palming at the stupidity of your own question.

He laughs again, a slightly smug look on his face at being recognized before responding. “Ja, ich bin Michael Kaiser.”

You feel your cheeks start to burn in embarrassment as the realization dawns on you that you’re standing in front of a world class athlete in the middle of a grocery store in a wrinkly, old, oversized t-shirt and shorts.

“Sie möchte ein Autogramm?” He asks amusedly, giving you a subtle once over that you normally would have missed had you not been so self conscious.

“Ja, bitte.” You say, fishing for a pen and paper in your bag.

“...I don’t normally look like this, I swear.” You can’t help but add as you find your paper and pen, switching over to English out of a combination of embarrassment and lack of language knowledge.

“You don’t?” He asks lightly, humoring you and switching over to English before taking the pen and paper out of your hands. “I would have thought you looked like this everyday.”

“What, messy?” You ask in a light tone despite being slightly offended as he scribbles his name on the paper.

“No.” He says with a smirk as he finishes, handing you the paper. “Gorgeous.”

You blink at him for a moment before you feel your cheeks warm up again, averting your eyes to the side to avoid his gaze as you try to process the fact that a celebrity, more importantly, an attractive celebrity is flirting with you.

“Ah– um, well I– uh, thank you.” You eventually get out before willing yourself to look back at him, your stomach doing a flip as you see the same smirk on his lips that you’re used to seeing on TV.

“Kein Problem.” He repeats again, that same amused lilt in his voice. 

“I mean–” You start again and you feel yourself regretting the fact that you decided to speak again. “For both uhm, the autograph and the compliment.”

You pause for a bit, unbelievably flustered, before you blurt out. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m so awkward, I’m just gonna leave now.”

He laughs at this, his eyes seeming to soften a bit before he speaks in a quieter tone, almost as if he’s afraid to scare you off. “No you’re fine… it’s cute.”

Your heart thumps in your chest rapidly, like you’ve just gotten done running a marathon, and you feel the heat rush to your face along with a fluttering feeling in your stomach. All these sensations combine to force a rather undignified sound from deep within yourself, sounding equivalent to a mouse caught in a glue trap.

You feel your face heat up further from the strangled sound that emitted from your very being and scrunch your eyes shut for just a moment away from Kaiser’s prying gaze.

When he laughs, you feel the embarrassment return tenfold, although the fluttering feeling in your heart might just be also because of the rich timbre of his chuckle.

“Hey, look at me.” He says after a few seconds, and despite your longing to keep your eyes closed you can’t help but obey his command.

So, slowly you open your eyes, taking in the sight of his handsome visage, his lips quirked up in a smile and it almost feels painful how your heart thuds.

“...what?” You question weakly.

���Just needed your eyes on me for a second while I do this.” He says before leaning over ever so slightly to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, his hand lingering at the apex of where your ear meets your cheek before finally pulling away.

“...” You can’t help the way you gape at him, momentarily speechless as he takes in your facial expression with his signature smirk.

“Sorry Liebling, your hair was bothering me.” He offers up as an explanation, but you can tell from the delighted gleam in his eye that he’s lying.

“Y–yeah, right.” You stutter out despite your best efforts to remain unphased and straighten up. “Anyways, it was nice meeting you, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“No, it was a pleasure.” He says smoothly, and you can’t help the twinge of jealousy that runs through you at his composed demeanor. “Take care, would you?”

“Of course, y-you too.” You manage to get out, and he smirks at you one last time before confidently striding away from you, leaving you slightly shell shocked in the ice cream aisle.

It would be a while before you fully collected your thoughts after you paid and exited the store, and that’s why perhaps you didn’t notice three things in particular.

One, that you forgot to pick up the goddamn ice cream that you were so looking forward to getting. 

Two, that your beloved celebrity had also forgotten to get his ice cream that he was reaching for because he was also that flustered despite his confident demeanor.

And three, the little number written next to your autograph with the small written letters next to it “Ruf mich an <3”.

---

Taglist: @gigiiiiislife

[littlemissferret]

imagine he comes back with stitches on his forehead

those eyes are unmistakable

[littlemissferret]

Loved seeing the loser bf isagi agenda lmao, any ideas for pt2 of chronicles of housecats?

yippeee loser bf isagi !!

and wow, straight for my throat huh 😭 i do have a cute idea for a pt2 but i'm not entirely sure yet if i should fully commit to it? i plan on giving isagi more interactions and dialogues with the reader (with the cats causing mayhem probably)

i'm up for suggestions (and maybe requests?) if you have any !!

[littlemissferret]

There is no love in your relationship. At least not from Kaiser's side. He likes you, as he may like someone else, but you make him feel good, and most importantly Michael firmly believes your actions, your words aren't born from the heart, but from a deep desire to use him, to wrap him around your fingers.

The blonde never reveals his feelings to you. He keeps a smile on his face even when your honeyed words make him gag. They are mellifluous, and Kaiser can hear the lies dripping. He is always on the alert, waiting for you to drop the mask and show your true face. Michael tells himself he is ready for your betrayal and it's not like he is getting used to you, not moving a inch when you ask for something he doesn't want to do, provoking and teasing you, fueling the fire to see your real self.

The problem comes when he notices that there isn't malice in you, or at least there is no malice towards him from you. Michael isn't used to that, unloved since the day he was born, disliked by many, a disgusting guy that finds pleasure just in other people downfall. That's why when he starts to feel his heart beating dangerously fast when you smile at him, or when he feels the need to put a cover on you when you fall asleep on the couch, even tucking it in so you won't get cold, he starts to worry.

It's not the same affection he sports for Ness, more similar to the one a kid has for his new favourite toy, or as Alexis' parents would say, "an experiment well made". It's totalising, making him feel like dirt under nails, something that scratched old memories that still wound his mind. He searches for an explanation of his emotions in his psychology books and everything points at love. But the outcome isn't the same because Michael broke the first rule of a loving relationship; truth. So now worry and anxiety pervade Michael's body because now that he desperately cares about you, he understands that you'll never love his real self, would never love the corrupt person he is.

A laugh with no real joy leaves Michael's throat, hands scratching his eyes, blonde long lashes already sticking together thanks to the newborns tears. Fingers digging into the skin of his cheeks. Imagines of you smiling, of the handmade gift you gave him for his b-day, of your eyes filled with joy, of you angry but still loving him flash in front of his eyes.

But nobody loves dirt under the nails. Seems like he was born to be unlovable after all.

[littlemissferret]

CHRONICLES OF HOUSECATS [ part 1 , part 2 ]

sypnosis: introducing your cats to your boyfriend (gone wrong)

no prns used (reader). established relationship with isagi. kaiser & ness are cats. cw: swearing. bleeding (isagi). socially awkward/awkwardly social isagi. loser bf isagi.

“This is Michael, but I call him Mihya- he prefers the nickname.”

The blond cat purrs in content, rubbing his fluffy face on your shoulders as he leans his furry body onto your chest. You rub his tiny chin with your index finger in response to his affection, while supporting his weight with your left arm under his feline bum.

You then gesture towards the other cat pawing at your ankles, “That’s Alexis. I sometimes call him ‘Lexis. Three syllabus is a mouthful when you’re constantly calling for your cats.” Alexis has a body of fur with a beautiful gradient- roots of caramel brown to ends of.. magenta?

Isagi bites down his tongue. He doesn’t dare to question the genuinity of the cat’s coloured fur out loud.

Holding Michael to your chest, you squat down to pick up Alexis with your free arm. Who then starts purring, licking your face in content.

You squirm away from him, pulling your face towards Michael instead. “No kisses, ‘Lexis.” To which Alexis responds with a noise that sounds akin to a pathetic whine.

The football player offers you a meek smile, “Wow. Your cats really like you, huh?” He’s heard rumours of cats’ behaviour being either disinterested or a complete hellspawn. So this isn’t what he had expected when you told him that you have two free-loading furry slackers at home waiting for you.

You scoff at his observation, “No one else feeds them, if not for me. Of course they would act like suck-ups.” Michael smugly licks his own paw while Alexis only stares up at you- is that cat smiling??? Isagi feels unsettled being in close proximity with the magenta cat.

Thankfully for him, you place both the cats down onto the sofa behind where you’re standing.

You turn around to face Isagi. “So.. What do you think, Yoichi?” You smile bashfully at him, “You ready to be a cat dad yet?” You tease.

At those words, both of your cats’ ears perk up. Alerted at the new-found information, Alexis shoots his head up at you, eyes wide in betrayal- like you just told him he’s adopted or something.

… Which he technically would be.

Michael starts meowing loudly, leaping onto your back and excessively pawing at you for your attention.

“Oh, uhm-” Isagi chokes out in a high-pitched voice, “If.. If you don’t mind- and if they’d like to, of course.” Poor boy’s a blushing mess.

This is it, Isagi thinks. A new stage into your long-term relationship. All those heartfelt conversations, romantic dates and good, quality time spent together has brought you both so far. He feels elated, happy that you trust him to take care of your.. ‘furbabies’ with you, together. As a couple.

You chuckle at his reaction. Cute, almost 2 years into the relationship and he’s still easily flustered over a few words. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he instinctively places a hand on your hip. You flutter your eyes shut, leaning in for a sweet kiss.

“MPMH- !”

Michael, that little shit, JUMPED on Isagi’s face.

“Mihya, get off him.”

“MREOW” 

“Bad, Michael.”

“MREOWWWWW”

Isagi wishes you would take action instead of trying to negotiate with a goddamn cat.

“Ugh, this is why I can never bring people over,” you frown at the blond cat’s refusal to budge. “Get over it, Mihya. He’s your dad now.”

For reasons unknown to you, that statement makes Michael even more hissy as he starts swatting his paw at Isagi’s head.

Bless Isagi and his tolerance to your cat’s riotous attacks, as you finally actually start to pull Michael off of him.

Michael hisses and wiggles in protest, still swinging his paws at Isagi’s direction as you grab and hold him from his armpits.

“There, there. My rampageous little hiss machine HK433.” You speak of those words so affectionately, one would think that you’ve called him the sweetest pet name ever. Not.. whatever the hell you just said.

But Michael isn’t the only unhappy feline in the room right now. Alexis is currently smiling(?) up ominously at Isagi, who suddenly feels really unsafe.

“Uhm. Honey.. I think this one’s- YEOUCH!”

You look down to see Alexis’ fangs digging into the skin of Isagi’s left foot.

“ALEXIS!”

His eyes widen as he quickly sits up, staring up at you with his big, glossy, guilty eyes.

“Mrrrrp,” Alexis begs for your forgiveness, rubbing his head onto your thigh as you sat down on the floor to pull him away from Isagi’s feet.

Curse his cutesy furry face because you find it hard to scold the little gripper biter.

Crossing your legs, you place the two cats on your lap then start inspecting your boyfriend’s injury.

“It’s bleeding, Yoichi. You should wash it off.” You furrow your brows as you touch the broken skin around the fresh wound. “The bathroom’s that way, I’ll help you disinfect it- in a bit, after I lock these two up. Do you need help getting there?”

“It’s alright, It doesn’t hurt at all.” He assures you, holding in his (tears of) anguish, “It’s not that bad, I’ll be able to walk fine!” He wheezes out, limping his way (in pain) to the bathroom. As long as he can get as far away as he can from those two little fluffy imps, he’d even crawl with his limbs mangled.

After putting up a small fight, you manage to lock those two devilish furballs up in their ‘bad-boy-corner’, which is just a cage- oddly filled with comfortable cushions and colourful soft toys considering that it's a supposed ‘jail’ served for punishment to misbehaving felines.

Michael immediately starts whining and yowling, pathetically reaching his paws out of the cage.

Your lips tugged down into a frown at his pitiful display, “You’re not guilt-tripping me this time, Mihya. Save your dramatic act for the talent shows.”

The blond cat immediately stops his little masquerade, and narrows his eyes at you.

Next to the huffy cat, Alexis meows for your attention. He rubs his head against the cage, wanting to feel your touch of comfort.

You frown, “Sorry, ‘Lexis. No pats until you both learn to not attack Yoichi.”

Both cats have their ears pinned to the back in disdain at the mention of your lover’s name. Right, that second-rate football player that you’re seeing. For two years, apparently. Without them noticing. The betrayal!

They should’ve known better that your weekly ‘business trips’ were just sleepovers at Isagi’s place. That the unpleasant scent all over you and your belongings were not of your colleagues’, but of that stupid Yoichi’s. 

Michael starts growling at his predicament. Him! Locked up in the ‘bad-boy-corner’! It’s been months since he had last been punished. Not even when he knocked down your things on your vanity because he wanted to watch you do your eyeliner, but this guy, Yoichi, came out of nowhere and broke his good boy streak!

Alexis stares sadly at the direction of where you walked off to aid Isagi with his wound. He feels guilty- not at all for the bite, but for upsetting you. He had never upset you before! Stupid Yoichi is the problem, all he did was show up and now suddenly both him and Michael are in trouble! He notices that his furry friend isn’t happy with the man, too. He will have to cook up a plan to get rid of the football player.. Out of here and away from you, at the very least.

Oh, well. For now they’ll have to figure out how to get themselves out of the cage, though.

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i love isagi, i really do. but there's always this strong urge to bully him and make him a cringefail loser bf.

- might be bcuz he received zero chocolates for valentines day. - never thought i'd write kaiser nor ness meowing but here i am.

[littlemissferret]

skibidi sigma mewing rose toy mega rizz gyatt ohio toilet amongus sus potion fanum taxed TVman extreme rizzler gigachad alpha sigma wolf discord kitten my little sunshine grimace shake digital circus nikocado avocado poppy playtime sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler mega sus red livvy dune juice at 3 AM

... never say that to me ever again 😦

[littlemissferret]

remember how isagi called barou a donkey and he woke tf up and got character development?? feel like the same is abt to happen with kaiser. isagi called him a "fucking clown" 😭 not to mention noa said smth like "that's it kaiser, fight your ego" makes me think that kaiser's true ego was being "friends" with his ball ( he literally unlocked kaiser impact when he leaped to protect it from his father ) & that his 'ego' in chap261 "malice" is really just a coping mechanism that lead him to mimic his father's shitty behavior

so like,, the "malice" ego overshadowed his true ego and he's been living with it ( until hopefully isagi's shit-talking or impactful words or wtv wakes him up from his own self-pity & clears his hate for "humans born wanted", he literally assumed that everyone is born 'wanted' and starts hating without getting to know them 💀 )

i mean its basically alrdy given that somethings gonna happen to kaiser and i'm just hoping i'm guessing it right ?

as in i'm hoping that he does have the "true ego" and will bring it back, abandoning the "malice" ego.

bcuz that'd be impressive asl + kainess duo will be savable 😭

!! oh and i remember knsr mentioned that isagi is the protag bcuz he is the one that will influence and change people (the casts) around him, making him to be the centre of blue lock. so its very possible !!

[littlemissferret]

I just remembered i had this in my camera roll and what a better time than right after ch 261 leaks to post it...?

[littlemissferret]

HES JUST A BOY (im conflicted)

You know it’s bad when the biggest Kaiser supporters on tumblr are like this as well